The "my cat is sick" sale

[Priss-chan]

At 9 o'clock this morning I helped Frisky cross the rainbow bridge.

He's okay now.

[Nene]

I'm glad he's at rest now. ^_^

[lcatino]

I'm so sorry to hear of Frisky's passing, but take comfort in knowing he's in a better place and not suffering anymore.

[Goldknight]

I was wondering how you were doing when I didn't hear back from you Priss. I'm glad you were able to figure something out. I'm sure Frisky is in a much better place now. What an incredible fighter he was.

[Priss-chan]

God, I can't stop crying. My eyes hurt and I've been laying in bed the past hour and a half.

I told him I was sorry. Now I just wanna say it again and again and again and again. I know it was the right thing to do, but that doesn't mean I wanted to do it. I miss him so much already.

[miz ducky]

I'm sure he's sorry that he had to leave you. You did the right thing for him.

Of course you miss him. I'm certain that you will remember him forever.

In my household we never kept pets for very long, a couple years at most, only one had to get put down since she was 18 yrs old (she was 15 when we got her - golden retriever/colly mix) and in a lot of pain. I felt so sorry for her, she was so sweet and she had to try so hard just to stand up. When I came home from school one day and she was gone, my parents thought I would be upset. I was more upset that it took them so long to do something to help her. Yes I did miss her, but it was worse to see her in pain every day.

[Belldandy16]

oh im so so so sorry Priss!

(i know like everyone else has said) just know he's not in pain anymore and he's waiting for you accross that bridge someday!

*hugs!!!*

[kittens]

I am pretty sure that he would say "thank you for giving me great life!"

[JWR]

Priss-chan ,

I am glad that Frisky is now out of pain and at rest.

You have nothing to blame your self over.

As I mentioned to you before , there are a whole lot of people who would have had him put to sleep at the first initial diagnosis. The sacrafice of money , time and emotion to help him survive an additional few months in a loving enviroment is something you should be commended for.

Joe

[toonybabe]

Priss-Chan, I don't know what its worth but my prayers are with you and Frisky. You were both so brave to have gone through this together and he was such a lucky cat to have you as a friend and owner.

[Priss-chan]

I really need to thank ALL OF YOU for your support in this. Without your support, donations, and love, I wouldn't have been able to help Frisky out as much as I was able to. So lots of hearts and hugs out to everyone here!

I put some pictures up on my MySpace from the 9th. I do have some from yesterday and this morning, but there's...a lot. I went nuts with the camera. I'll get to those in the next couple days.

I've definitely cried a lot. My head hurts.

(EDIT: Oh, I wrote a little tribute to him on my blog too. Should be the first one that comes up on http://blog.myspace.com/yumekochan).

[Sylia]

Ack, I came along rather late today .

Priss... I'm sorry. He's been set free, and he's at peace. Make sure you have the shoulders of the people closest to you to lean on right now, 'kay?

there are a whole lot of people who would have had him put to sleep at the first initial diagnosis. The sacrafice of money , time and emotion to help him survive an additional few months in a loving enviroment is something you should be commended for.

Lack of money and time etc is not necessarily the reason that many people would have a pet put down after diagnosis. I know you mean only to be supportive of Priss, but bear in mind that it might be construed a little insensitive in that it suggests some kind of 'less selfless' attitude on behalf of pet owners who *do* have to let their pet go quickly. Many of us know how aggressive and unpredictable (i.e. fast-moving) a lot of terminal cancers are... The 'brave' or 'right' thing to do is relative to the case, and all we can do is keep honestly asking ourselves, "Am I doing the right thing?", and acting on it... which is of course what you are really commending Priss for ^^.

Priss, you know how difficult your decision was, and how things were. I think that you know what you need to pull you through now. The thing you have, that you know in yourself most likely without a doubt, is that you loved your cat. I think that simple fact is something to hang on to right now. You shouldn't trouble yourself with other questions while you are grieving this first week... just concentrate on the fact you loved him.

"To lost companions." (...somewhat appropriate on a day of remembrance)

[Priss-chan]

Got the pics from the 10th and yesterday up.

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.c ... Id=2018453

Like I said, there is a LOT of them, and I normally wouldn't post that many just from one or two days, but in this case, of course, I made an exception.

You all have seen the tumor. But one of the pics I took on the 10th, I happened to catch Frisky mid-meow, and I accidentally got a shot of everything going on in his mouth. So behold, my friends, the ravages of oral squamous cell carcinoma (WARNING: graphic):

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.c ... D=37893952

His tongue is pushed to the right. The tumor is obvious. And if you look, you can see some of the bone exposure (something I hadn't thought was visible from this side until I saw the picture). Oh, my sweet tough kitty. Still eating even with that going on. I told him I'd understand if he didn't wanna eat with that exposed, but he did anyway.

It's a day later and it still hurts. It's the little things I'll miss. I need a shower right now, but when I come out he won't be sitting there at the bathroom door waiting for me, meowing loudly. He'd done that lately. He won't come running up the basement steps to greet me when I come home (had to keep him in the basement when there was no one home or the alarm would go off). He won't try to eat the macaroni and cheese out of my bowl. He won't be sitting here with me at the computer, meowing when it's midnight and he's letting me know it's time for bed.

*sigh* My sweet boy.

[Priss-chan]

Ripped straight from my blog this morning:

Three days later and I’m...

...just feeling awful.

Tuesday is a bit hazy, to say the least. Wednesday and yesterday I thought I was doing all right, but then at the end of the day I get these thoughts about Frisky and by the time I fall asleep, my pillow is soaked with tears.

I have had animals of my own before. Not ones that are "family" pets, but ones that are genuinely just mine. I've raised rabbits, gerbils, hamsters, parakeets, and finches. I never could keep them alive for some reason, except for the gerbils, who would breed like mad. But when they did die, I would just be a little sad and then move on, usually getting another animal to replace the previous one.

Brittany, Mom's Shih Tzu, ran away when I was 10 (early '94). Bear, another Shih Tzu, got shook to death by the neighbor dog four days after we got him (mid '96. Shortly thereafter we got Oreo). And I made an entry about Pepper two years ago. I cried a little bit for Bear, because he was still a puppy, but the others? No. I didn't even cry for Dickens ('05) or Gandalf ('00), and they'd been around me my whole life.

Frisky is different. I don't know if it's because he's a cat, or because I had him for so long, or because he was genuinely mine. But he's different. After I survived the shooting, he was there. When Dad would occasionally have to go to the hospital, and when relatives were practically dying left and right, he was there, always there, always the one to let me cry into or hug on. He never questioned my actions, or criticized me. He was just there, my loyal friend and companion. Like I said in the last entry, the one constant when everything else was falling apart. He wouldn't run away. He would always offer a nuzzle or a knead in the lap. I could always depend on him to be there.

Even when I was down here in the Springs and he was still up in Denver at Mom's house, even if I didn't have him there with me, I knew he was okay. I had said after Joe died, "Okay, no one else is allowed to die!!!" I'd had more than enough of people dying. I think I've had at least one relative die in every year since 2004. 2008, so far so good, until Frisky got sick. My rock. My one source of sanity in an insane world. He got sick.

I knew I would eventually have to put him down. SCC is fatal in cats. I knew all that. I knew at the end of October that he probably wouldn't make it through November. But still, when the day came for me to do him a favor and give him a graceful exit...well, how can you ever prepare yourself for that? I have been crying the past three days, and I cry as I type this, but what exactly am I crying over? That I had to put him down? That he's gone, period?

I'll tell you. I miss his companionship. I miss his meows. Heck, I even teared up yesterday when Justin had me clean up what was left of Frisky's last breakfast. I HATE that it had to come to that, to me to put him down. It was the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I knew I had to do it, to be a good mommy to him and help him out. He'd given me the signal five days before. He knew it was time. But I didn't want to let him go.

Looking at him the last few days before I put him down, I have the feeling that he would've died before the end of November anyway, if I'd just let him go on. But that wouldn't have been fair, to him or to me. I would probably feel guilty the rest of my life if I let him linger and die on his own. At least this way I was able to help him die peacefully, with his mommy holding him in his lap, in as little pain as possible.

But even that final act...I still just feel horrible. I miss him so much. I hate that it had to be this way. He was too good of a cat to deserve such a horrible fate. I keep looking around and wanting to see him walk up behind me, greeting me with a meow. I miss him curling up next to my stomach at night.

"Ehr. Ehr." A sound between "er" and "air." That's what his meows sounded like. I want to hear that again so bad. I hear it in my head, but it's just not the same.

I feel helpless. Helpless that I couldn't do more, even though I did all that I humanly could. After Joe died I declared myself jaded, because after everything else that's happened in the last ten years now, nothing worse could possibly happen. Well, they found something. They found Frisky. And I am mad and so, so sad at the same time. I feel like my last one vestige of sanity has been ripped away. And I am feeling a bit lost right now.

I am considering getting another cat. I know it won't be another Frisky, but...I don't like coming home to an empty house. It's just horrible. I guess I just have this need to take care of something.

We'll see...

(End rip.)

(I haven't had anybody say anything about the pictures from Frisky's last two days. Anything is appreciated. Or maybe I just want attention. I don't know. But silence is the worst.)

[kathpatty]

As an animal lover ....who had a few of my beloved animals leave me...
cry as much as you need, and

God Bless, you will meet again...